Refuge Poem
I cross the ocean,
from a broken land.
God Bless you;
American.
American say,
we have open door.
Here it doesn't matter,
If your rich or poor
American say,
Here's a helping hand
I cant believe,
This great land
They say Im poor;
But I feel rich
I have a job
And my childs not sick
I work in store,
so I pay tax.
send my child to school,
Head of the class
I write to friends
in broken land,
thank God for
The American
They wear hats
and drive Ford trucks,
thanks God for them,
my homeland sucks
I come here,
we live together,
I don't want to leave
I'll stay forever.
I wave flag,
red white and blue
I cant wait to be citizen;
Just like you.
I cross the ocean,
from a broken land.
God Bless you;
American.
American say,
we have open door.
Here it doesn't matter,
If your rich or poor
American say,
Here's a helping hand
I cant believe,
This great land
They say Im poor;
But I feel rich
I have a job
And my childs not sick
I work in store,
so I pay tax.
send my child to school,
Head of the class
I write to friends
in broken land,
thank God for
The American
They wear hats
and drive Ford trucks,
thanks God for them,
my homeland sucks
I come here,
we live together,
I don't want to leave
I'll stay forever.
I wave flag,
red white and blue
I cant wait to be citizen;
Just like you.